Dead Luna – Chapter 21

Leo’s POV

Amelia and I had come to a bit of a truce, of sorts. She pretends that I didn’t pluck out my heart and hand it to her on a silver platter the other day, nor does she mention that day by the lake when I broke down in her arms and begged her to take my pain away. Meanwhile, I pretend that I’m just some casual acquaintance that happens to be going everywhere she goes whenever she leaves the Luna suite.

Ive been avoiding conversation with her for the most part. It’s become obvious that we can’t just be “friends” after our shared past. It might work well enough for her, but I’m just so emotionally damaged at this point that I can’t do it. It’s too painful. I may act like I’m perfectly fine, but it’s just that. An act.

ll the unmated wolves. I watch as she plays with the children. I sulk behind as she goes on dates, and I try not to rip Craig’s face off when they kiss or hold hands.

if I was a she wolf, I’d be interested in the soft spoken blond Alpha, too. Craig is neither rich, nor exciting, but he is dependable, good natured, and takes very good care of his pack and his family. It’s hard not to like the guy.

f all hope is gone, I dont think I will have any reason left to live.

arvests, and selling his products at several farmers markets within 60 miles. There would be no more time for dates or private hours “alone” of getting to know each other. Instead, Leo and I get to work along side Craig at a market in Beaverton, Oregon on Saturday, and then across the Columbia river in

ices goods. I strolled around the market once our stall was mostly set up, Leo near my elbow in the crowds, to look at the displays of goods on sale before “bell”. Apparently no one was allowed to sell beforehand, so I was

re was a lot to see. Most of the marke

es, and middle eastern specialties like pita bread, hummus and tabboulah.

goods, and how they changed with the season. Late spring when the market first opens, we sell plant starts and asparagus, besides the eggs and flowers that we sold all the time. Late May and ear

, and homespun wool in Vancouver.

town Vancouver next to Esther Short Park, and had a very loyal following.

ck to the pack at Silver Falls for my last evening, we celebrated with a rare steak dinner (a luxury I was told t

ng, Jimmy would be driving Leo and I to Iron Peak. Alpha Craig would be too busy to see me off.